Editors - "The phone book"



I'm on watch here,
so close your eyes and get some rest.
I'm here to watch your heart,
It's been faulted from the start.
I'm the rips in your chest.

I'm not an angel,
I never mean to make you cry.
Jumping through my hoops
with dissension in the troops
and a smile inside.

What's that over your shoulder? 
fear of getting older, stay with me. 

Sing me a love song
from your heart or from the phone book,
It don't matter to me.
I'm an apple, you're the tree 
it won't fall when you shook.

What's that over your shoulder?
fear of getting older, 
stay with me. 

It ends with a kiss, 
it ends with a tear, 
it ends with the lights up 
bathing our fear.

Tell me nonsense,
I don't want to see,
I saw the lightning
cut through the last winter sky of the year.

Stay with me,
keep with me...

Editors.


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